Chapter 7:
Mafia Members: ?
Detective: 1. Greg Lestrade, 2. Sherlock Holmes
Doctor: John Watson
Towns People: ?
That night, a few select people who were chosen to be part of the game would turn on the news the next morning to find that the game had finally started, and the Mafia chose there first victim.
John, Sherlock, Lestrade and Mr. Charlies all sat in front of the telly watching the morning news while Mrs. Charlies cooked breakfast. John and Lestrade were drink tea while Sherlock settled for coffee, he claimed it was because he needed the caffeine. The four of them were sitting comfortably when the newswoman, named Sophia Mathian, spoke about another murder in the town.
"Another murder has taken in our small town last night when Blake Cole was found dead this morning outside of The Saw Mill Diner. Apparently there were no witnesses, Mrs. Davidson found the body outside of the front to the diner this morning when she went to open up. The police have no confirmed if this murder is connected to the Daniel Faults' case and DI Wick makes no comment. According to the MET, Blake died sometime last night between 11 p.m. and 1 a.m. Blake died from a single round going straight through his heart. If you have information concerning this, please call the number on the bottom of the screen. Now back to you Cecil!
John, Lestrade and Mr. Charlies all had a look of pure shock on their faces. While Sherlock, held his hands up in a praying position.
"It would appear," Sherlock said breaking the silence. "That our little 'game' had began. All the pieces are in place, all the roles have been given out. The only thing left now, is for each player to 'make our move'. Mr. Charlies, where is the court house?"
"There is none."
More features of shock appeared on the guest's faces. "You what!?"
Sherlock said, nearly jumping in front of Mr. Charlies. "Well...Mr. Charlies began, clearly uncomfortable. "There was one, but it burnt down a few months back. They've made plans to rebuild it, but it won't be ready for another year or two."
"So," Lestrade began chiming into the conversation. "What do you do with criminals?"
"We haven't got any! These deaths are the first murders we've had in years! The only reason we ever use the court house is for divorces, weddings, planning of gathers and such. But now most people do that sorta of stuff at home. Mr. Faults was the Mayor and the Judge for as long as I can remember, there was really almost no need for a judge. Divorces now take place in the studies at one of the lawyers houses', and for meetings and wedding we use the church. The City Council was almost thinking about not even rebuilding the Court House because of how much it was going to cast and because everyone seemed content on how things are. The only reason we are building one is cause DI Wick threaten to report the Council."
Sherlock walked away briskly as he went back up to his and John's room to get their coats. "Where are we going?" John asked as Sherlock pulled him towards the door. "It's time we went to Church John!"
At the Church a small crowd had gathered around. The Church clergy led the group to the Church's Council room. "Back when Ecilaville was large we use to have a Pastor's Council, Staff, Elders and everything. But as people left to move to the city for better jobs, the church grew small and there was really no need for those sorta of things anymore."
"It's rather sad honestly," replied DI Wick who spoke with the Clergyman when they waited for Mayor Cole to arrive. "I use to go to church when I was a kid with my grandma. It honestly makes me sad when I see the kids now-a-day disrespecting the ways of old. The build is quite nice, it's such a shame places like this are trashed and are crumbling because of neglect."
The Clergyman, Benjamin, nodded in agreement with the DI.
It was right about then when Sherlock, John and DI Lestrade arrived. "Ah! Gentleman! Perhaps you can help us settle our problem." Benjamin said as he led them to the Council room.
"It appears that the people have started accusing one another and want someone to pay for the deaths of the children."
"I'm telling you! It was Reggy! That no good has been nothing but trouble since he came to town!" shouted Mrs. Lilith Maybelle, the town tailor.
"Whoa Whoa! Just 'cause I ride a bike and wear leather doesn't mean I'm in some gang or something! Randy Davidson where's a pink polo shirt and I don't accuse him of being gay!"
"That has nothing to do with this Randy!" shouted Lilith back, she and Dolly Davidson were good friends and there was no way she was letting some punk trash talk her friend's husband like that!
"Yeah it does sweetheart! How do we know it wasn't you! After all, you weren't exactly very 'friendly' with the Mrs. Cole at the school PTA meeting. How do we know you didn't kill Blake just to try and get at the new Mrs. Mayor!"
Lilth's eyes were filled with fury. How dare this idiot talk to her like that! Randy had only been in town for a couple of weeks and he suddenly thinks he knows everything! The reason she hadn't been very 'friendly' with Mrs. Cole at the PTA meeting was because her team won the Bridge game the previous night. They made up a few days later and had been ever since!
"I cannot believe you would offend me like that! Yes me and Mrs. Cole have had our fair share of differences! But I would NEVER actually KILL someone, let alone a kid just to get back at her!"
Sherlock and his gang entered the room when a tall skinny woman was yelling at some man who was dressed as a biker. There were six other people in the room as well, they all seemed to be use to the two fighting and sat there looking bored, Sherlock could sympathize with them.
"Alright, Alright! Thank you Mrs. Maybelle and Mr. Carter. Now please have a seat. I would to introduce you all to Mr. Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John Watson, and DI Lestrade. They are from London and are helping out with the Daniel Faults case."
"Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson, DI, you've just met Mrs. Maybelle, she's our town's tailor and Mr. Randy Carter, he's new here in town, only been here a couple of weeks. Now I'd like to introduce you to the rest of our group.
There's Miss. Andra Clarance, she's runs the food market here in town, all her food are home grown here in Ecillavillle. Then there's Mr. Maybelle, our town's doctor, and Miss. Lucy Wilds, a teacher at our High School. Also here with us is Issac, Sarah, and Martin, three student's from our High School who were friends with Blake and Danial. Mr. Cole should be here soon along with Jacob Faults."
Mrs. Maybelle had red fiery hair that matched her sprite more than the town would like. Her green pricing eyes would have made her a prefect principal at the high School, for they say she could freeze your soul with her glare.
Mr. Maybelle was tall and lean, he had brown ruffed hair and blue eyes. He seemed more likely to be annoyed by his wife than to defend her.
Randy Carter was everything you expected for a biker. He was tall, well built, wore black leather that matched his black hair and carried a bike helmet with him. Sherlock could see he beginning of a tattoo on his wrist, but it was covered to well to see what it was.
Miss. Andra Clarence was a sweet young girl, obviously a new teacher (Any other teacher would have gotten so annoyed by Lilith and Randy's out burst that they would have applied techniques they used on children to try and make them shut up!). She had strawberry blonde hair and soft brown eyes. She wore a professional outfit, a black skirt and a orange shirt with a belt.
Issac was obviously the most nervous out of the whole group. Not because he was guilty, but because he had never been in this kind of situation before. He looked much like Mr. Maybelle- Ah! He was there son.
Sarah had ginger hair and brown eyes. Nothing else needed to be noted about her because everything else seemed to scream 'Moody Teenage! Stay Away or I will snap at you!' to be noticed. She looked bored, but there was something about her that seem to be saying otherwise...Grief? Perhaps she was on the boy's girlfriend.
Martin was obvious a football player like Daniel and Blake. Not only because he was wearing a uniform, but because everything about he just screamed sports. Grass stains on his socks, the dirt on his shorts, the hair cut (chosen by his dad) the body odor (Does he even know what deodorant is!?). But his dirty blonde hair and baby blue eyes seemed to say ma'ma's boy.
So these were the players, and they had by night to figure out who was the 'Mafia' before another member dies. Slowly dwindling done until either the Mafia or the Towns people are left.
